One on One with Regina

Brandi arrived at the dojo, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, her first private lesson with Regina. She could still remember the last time they'd met, and the way Regina had spoken to her, commanding and demeaning. Brandi couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. As she entered, Sensei Bruce was just locking up the main area.

He turned to her with a warm smile, "Good evening, Brandi. I'm glad you could make it for your private lesson. Regina's waiting for you in the locker room. Best of luck to you." Her mind raced, trying to make sense of her reactions. She'd always been a shy and reserved person, never one to seek out attention or confrontation.

Yet, here she was, willingly submitting to Regina's dominance, enjoying the way her body responded to the rough treatment. Brandi nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Sensei Bruce." She made her way to the locker room, her nerves growing with each step. The door was slightly ajar, and as she pushed it open, she saw Regina sitting on a bench, her back to Brandi.

The sight that greeted her eyes made her freeze in place. Regina's white panties were clearly displaying the impressive outline of her cock. Brandi's pussy clenched, and she felt a wetness forming between her legs. She swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure. "Um, Regina? I'm here for my lesson." Regina turned around, her eyes locking with Brandi's.

"About time. Get dressed and get on the mat. We have a lot to cover." Brandi's heart raced, but she didn't hesitate. She quickly undressed, folding her clothes neatly and placing them in a locker. As she walked onto the mat, she could feel Regina's eyes on her, making her feel both **** and desired. As she followed Regina, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of lesson awaited her.

Her body tingled with anticipation, and she couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her veins. Despite her confusion and shame, she couldn't wait to see what Regina had in store for her next. Regina stood up, her cock straining against her gi. "Get into a fighting stance. Let's see what you're made of." Brandi did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest.

She could feel Regina's eyes on her, and the thought of what was to come made her pussy clench with anticipation. Regina began by demonstrating some basic holds, instructing Brandi on the proper way to secure an opponent. They practiced the moves, Regina applying the holds to Brandi and then allowing her to return the favor. As they went through the motions, Regina's hand slipped under Brandi's gi top, her fingers brushing against her nipple.

Brandi let out a soft gasp, her body trembling with arousal. Regina took advantage of Brandi's momentary distraction, swiftly pulling the top off, revealing Brandi's bra. Regina then proceeded to tie Brandi's hands behind her back with the gi top, securing her wrists tightly. She'd never experienced anything like this before, and the feeling of being so **** and at the mercy of another person sent shivers down her spine.

Regina's eyes raked over Brandi's body, taking in the sight of her erect nipples straining against the fabric. "Nice tits, Brandi. They're going to get a workout today." Brandi's pussy throbbed, wet with her arousal. She felt a pang of shame, ashamed of her desire for this kind of treatment. It went against everything she'd ever believed in, and yet, here she was, craving more.

Next, they moved on to some light boxing. Regina instructed Brandi on the proper form, demonstrating each punch and block. Brandi, her hands tied, could only observe as Regina demonstrated each of the punches, using Brandi's tits as a punching bag. As they practiced, Regina's fists connected with Brandi's breasts, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure. Brandi let out a soft moan, her body quivering with anticipation.

Brandi's nipples grew even harder, and she could feel her pussy growing wetter with each impact. Regina noticed the effect her punches were having on Brandi, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You like that, don't you, Brandi? Your little pussy is soaking wet right now." Brandi could only nod, her breathing heavy and uneven. Regina continued to punch her tits, alternating between soft taps and harder blows.

Brandi's moans grew louder, her body aching for more. Regina stopped, her face inches from Brandi's. "I think it's time for a break." As Brandi lay on the mat, her hands bound and her breasts sore, she couldn't help but reflect on her conflicting emotions. She felt a mix of confusion, arousal, and shame. As she lay there, her mind drifted back to the previous time she'd met Regina, the way Regina had humiliated her, demeaning her and treating her like a piece of trash.

Brandi had been mortified, but as she lay there now, her nipples still aching from Regina's punches, she couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her veins. Brandi's thoughts were interrupted by Regina's voice. "Time to move on to the next lesson, Brandi. Get up." Brandi hesitated, her mind still reeling from her thoughts. But the commanding tone in Regina's voice left her with **** but to obey. She struggled to her feet, her body aching and her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions.